#Chapter Twenty-Two
"Holy matrimony is what the name suggests," the Pope declared. "Holy!"
Serene nodded her head in her seat in obedience as her fingers clutched onto her handkerchief. She had always been familiar with a fast heart rate, but after coming to know Lachlan, she was introduced to racing heartbeats that weren't terrifying or suffocating, but pleasurable and wonderful. She touched the cross around her neck as she listened to the Pope, but none of his words registered.
Because Lachlan was sitting behind her.
And he had one hand on her bench, the back of his fingers lightly touching her body. Servants often accompanied masters to church events, and this was one of those moments. She had asked for him because she wanted to - What had she wanted him to do? She no longer knew. Her breath left her as fire shot up across her spine. Her legs trembled and she put one hand over her knees to control the shaking. She was dripping, and she feared that when she stood up, everyone would see that she was panting for sex.
And Lachlan wasn't helping. His fingers moved ever so slightly, the back of them lightly grazing her back. Up and down, up and down, up and down. She shivered as the pleasure hit her hard and she heard him huffing in laughter a little. She covered her mouth, the inside of it dried out of all moisture as she forced herself to focus on the sermon.
"Praise the Lord!"